tough

I've been watching this spider crawl up my wall. He only has 3 legs. I wonder if he's in pain or just having trouble walking.



Maybe he got in a fight. If so, is he the loser or the winner?

trouble

Lately I have found myself inhaling deeply whenever I pass the 'smoker's corner'.

bored

I tend to write in the abstract when I'm sad or furious or drunk. But during happy moments I gush like a teenage girl. Inspiration always strikes in my darker moments. Fortunately I haven't had many of those lately, but it doesn't leave me with much to write about.

Things have been pretty quiet from my fellow bloggers too. Are we all in the same lull, in hibernation from our words? I'm in a downtime since my break, hiding from the world with a bruised tailbone and a blank page. Waiting to heal, waiting to feel, waiting for something goddamn interesting to happen already.

ding dong

I just heard the best news I could possibly ever want to hear this week. Letch is LEAVING!!!!!

Freedom isn't free. Someone in their infinite wisdom decided to offer him a package. Normally this would shit me, because it's worth almost six figures. But I don't care. Come the end of July and he's gone.

It can't come quickly enough.

I'm about to break out in song and dance, but the only tune coming to mind is "ding dong the witch is dead..." Not very appropriate, but close enough.

snowboarding and gluttoney in NZ

I’ve just got back from my snowboarding adventure in New Zealand. If you’ve never been to NZ, get packing now as this journey comes with my personal Gold Seal of Approval. The views are spectacular – LOTR fans only get a small taste of the sheer breathlessness you can experience on the summit of a snow covered mountain over 2000 feet above the place you left the car.



The food is A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. The land is so fertile, produce is a million times better, and meat-eaters can definitely appreciate that their dinner used to eat really well too. Even NZ McDonalds tastes better than the rubbish we get here. But don’t waste your time, money, or taste buds on take-away. At every single restaurant, cafe and bakery we ate at, the food was divine. And, oh, the sandwiches! How does something so simple taste so good?

The snowboarding was an adventure in itself. As someone who has never seen a decent layer of snow in her life, I had mixed feelings about approaching the slopes. Day One was so warm I had my own personal sauna inside my ski jacket. The fresh layer of powdery snow meant it didn’t hurt as much when I slipped onto my butt – which occurred frequently. Day Two was somewhat colder and the snow somewhat firmer, but my ability on the snowboard was improving and I was having too much fun to care. Day Three on the other hand only re-emphasised to me how unfit I am and how much work snowboarding actually is. My muscles ached, and the number of rear-end slides I had endured made it difficult to sit down. Hence Day Three’s activities were reduced to admiring the skills and agility of other boarders – from inside the lodge.



Despite the pain, my only beef is with the sleeping arrangements. Our “ski lodge” was a glorified hostel with a fireplace and four-person spa. The other travellers staying there were not the friendly party-makers I expected, probably because they knew we could hear their every move through the paper-thin walls, and vice versa – especially when in the bathroom. And the beds were crap. The only sleep we got was through sheer exhaustion and with the assistance of the spoils of our Duty Free shopping.

Next time I’m going five-star all the way baby.

unprecedented

For some reason I have access to Blogger from work now. I can blog from my salmon-coloured cube farm all day long if I want.

The network is in danger.

interlude

I want someone to invent a radio telephone, so that you can listen to whatever station you want while on hold. Hold music sucks arse. Better yet, an mp3 phone.

ski-bunnily yours

I'm going to disappear for a bit, just thought I'd let you know.

SKIIIIIIIII TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll be thinking of you while I'm gliding down the slopes of New Zealand, knocking people down everywhichway I turn, because I have no skill. I have never ever even seen real snow before.

So while I spend the rest of my holiday in the resort lounge in a plaster cast and drinking copius amounts of butterscotch schnapps, I'll be blogging away in my mind. What else will there be to do?

Lets be positive for a second and pretend I don't lack the necessary coordination required for snow sports. In which case I'm going to have a wicked awesome time, and top it all off with loads of Duty Free Shopping.

Woo!

makin' moves

Only 2 more sleeps and I’ll be in my new house.

Once you make a decision to leave, it’s easy to see all the faults. The cracks and scuffs and discolourations. You know they’ve been there the whole time, but don’t really notice them gradually worsening, despite the effort you put in to clean them, mask them, hide them behind the furniture or under the rug.

A bit like relationships. You know there are flaws. But you ignore them; pretend they don’t exist for the sake of harmony. Tolerance, because everyone has them. Yet, tolerance has boundaries. Too many relationships have ended because they overstepped the boundary. I have distanced myself from these people. Soon the distance will be greater and I can let my guard down a little. The likelihood of running into them again will be minuscule.

New is the new new.

New house, new location, new start. New neighbours. New friends. New opportunities.

Till then, I'm drowning in boxes and bubble wrap.

Pop!